It's lonely in lodgings above the street When dusk slows down the day's long laboring, With only a nod to a lad on the stair, And neither kith nor kin to be neighboring. It must be good to go out of a house With the soft goodbye of your loved one spoken, And a windowful of little faces Smiling you off as you wave in token. It must be good to come back to a house, And hear the joy, the welcoming shout of it. It must be good to have anyone care If you come into a house or go out of it. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOOD-BYE DOROTHY GAYLE: HOME TO FARGO by KAREN SWENSON THE TENTH MUSE: THE PROLOGUE by ANNE BRADSTREET THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 104. WRITTEN AT FLORENCE: 2 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT TREES IN AUTUMN by ANNE MILLAY BREMER DWARF AND GIANT by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER |